[Shiro coughs when his voice goes, curing silently with Teneka. As much as Ichigo hates the masks, Shiro hates the voiceless nights. They fucking suck, in short. He turns to face Ichigo, eyes... sad? Perhaps a bit. There's definitely something there. Maybe even guilt.]
You died on the dome, Aibou. And I had to save ya the only way I could. [a frown, and he looks back at the horizon, purple twilight creeping in] But even that. I dunno if we could beat Aizen with that. He's a monster.
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You died on the dome, Aibou. And I had to save ya the only way I could. [a frown, and he looks back at the horizon, purple twilight creeping in] But even that. I dunno if we could beat Aizen with that. He's a monster.